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Clowning Around

By: Theo Winters

"Come and see the Circus Spectacular, one night only!" the hawker called out, standing on the street corner and handing out flyers. He was wearing a silly lion costume that might have been made out of an old lion skin rug. It gave the hawker a strange look and made his head just a bit too large. The haze of heat hovered around him, somehow making him just a bit harder to focus on.

"Amazing stunts, feats of derring-do, lions, tigers and bears!" he kept calling out, handing out fliers to everyone who went past. "Flying acts, riding acts, monkeys, juggling, singing and dancing. We have it all! One night only in Masterson Park!"

Sylvia shook her head as the light changed and she got the walk sign. She was walking right towards the circus hawker and she tried to ignore him. Unfortunately, she wasn't going to get away with simply walking past as the moment she stepped off the road, the hawker was right in her face. "You look like you could use a break from your stress," he said, the glass eyes of the costume shining in the sunlight and his breath hot on her face. "You should come tonight; it will change your life!" He shoved a flyer into her hand and smiled a toothy smile.

She rolled her eyes but took the flyer even if just to get the strange man out of her face. She kept walking on, her backpack pulling against her shoulders, heavy with her school books. There was some truth about needing a break. Her classes had been intense this semester, but that was to be expected at college. Though, after three years, she thought she would have been used to the pressure; instead, she found it overwhelming.

Maybe she could use a break, even for just one evening. She looked at the flyer still in her hand. It showed all the usual circus images: animals, trapeze artists, clowns. It did look like it could be fun. At worst she just wasted an evening. Flipping the flyer over she was surprised to discover a card glued to the back. Carefully, she pulled it free of the paper, finding that it was a free ticket to the show. In fact, it was for a special limited seating early show as well as the main performance.

Stopping in the street, she looked at the ticket, then back down at the flyer. The special show would be starting in an hour, not enough time to get back to her dorm room and drop off her books, but she doubted it would be a real problem.

With a smile, she tucked the ticket into her pocket and started walking towards Masterson Park.

It didn't take any effort to find the circus as the large tent at the center of the park gave it away. It rose higher than she expected, banner flapping on the top of the trio of tall polls that held the tent up. People were milling about, but no one was going in yet. In fact, no one seemed to be paying much attention to the tent at all.

Sylvia walked towards what looked like the main entrance, adjusting her glasses as she searched for any sort of sign for the name of the circus, but there didn't seem to be one. The entrance to the tent was closed, being guarded by a tall, overly muscular man. The only thing he wore was a loin cloth over his crotch, though what it was covering seemed to be as big as the rest of him, so that it only barely did the job. He watched her as she approached, his arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

She walked up to the man, craning her head back to look at him. He towered over her own five foot four build by at least a foot if not more. He looked down at her, his eyes dark and intense, but didn't say a word.

"Um... I have a special ticket," she said, pulling it out of her pocket and offering it to the man.

He carefully reached out and took the ticket from her hand, lifting it up and looking closely at it. With a smile, he handed it back to her and then stepped to the side. With one hand, he reached out to grab the curtain that blocked the entrance, pulling it aside to allow her in.

The inside of the tent wasn't anything different from what she had expected. There were three large rings in the center of the tent and bleachers running around the outside edge. There were lights all over the place, but most of them were off at the moment. The whole place seemed oddly empty, her footsteps echoing off the cloth walls, giving it an unreal feeling.

She walked across the grass and into the center ring, looking around at the large, empty tent. "Hello?" she called out, her voice almost vanishing in the cavernous space.

"Hello, yourself," someone said from behind her.

Sylvia leapt into the air, spinning around as she landed. Standing behind her was a tall man about her own age dressed in a bright blue suit and matching top hat. Well, it wasn't really a suit. The jacket was large and flamboyant with long tails that reached to his knees. Instead of shoes, he was wearing a pair of heavy boots that were styled to look like cloven hooves. He was resting his weight on a long cane with a glass top, the inside of which was glowing with a pale red light. Everything about him screamed that this was the circus's ringmaster.

He was smiling at her, a black goatee highlighting his pointed chin while the shadows of the tent hid his eyes.

She blushed and took a step back from him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I had this ticket..."

He nodded and tapped the end of his cane on the hard-packed ground. "I understand you were selected to be one of our special guests. I have to say, you're quite the winner too."

"Oh," she said, biting her lip, not sure how to respond to that.

The ringmaster took another step forward, his smile growing a bit wider. "Tell me, have you ever wanted to be a clown?" As he spoke, two female clowns stepped out from behind him. She had no idea where they had been hiding, considering just how impressive they both were. The one on the left had comically huge hips and an ass that was a couple feet wider than her waist, pulling her striped pants tight. The one on the right had the matching pair of breasts, each one bigger than her head and bouncing wildly as she stepped, defying any sort of weight or gravity and pushing the limits of her polka dotted top.

"No," she whispered softly.

He smiled. "Then allow me to _expand_ your horizons," he said, then reached up with the top of his cane and tapped the round head against her nose. There was a flash of red that filled her vision and she found herself stumbling backwards.

Sylvia blinked in surprise, feeling dizzy all of a sudden. She swayed on her feet even as the pair of clowns moved up to her side, grabbing her arms. "Don't fight," the busty one said.

"You'll feel so much better," the other one added.

She tried to twist out of their grasp, but they held her tight even with the large gloves they were wearing. The ringmaster reached out with his cane, running the end down over her t-shirt, the fabric fraying and ripping apart like it was tissue paper. It spread out from where the cane had touched her, washing over her shirt, dissolving into a burst of small threads that fluttered around her. Her bra followed after, exposing her breasts to his prying eyes.

"Hey, stop that," she snapped as she tried to pull her arms free so she could cover herself. All she did, though, was cause her backpack to break free and spill to the ground behind her.

"Why?" he asked, tapping her hip with the top of the cane. Her pants started to dissolve as well, the contents of her pockets tumbling to the ground. A few moments later, her panties simply no longer existed and ever her shoes were gone, leaving her wearing nothing but her glasses.

"Now, that's much better," the ringmaster said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out what seemed like a red rubber clown nose. With a smile, he reached out and placed it on top of Sylvia's own nose, which caused her to shiver and freeze in place.

Crossing her eyes, she watched as the fake nose seemed to melt down, staining her skin a cartoonish red. At the same time she could feel her nose swelling outwards, filling out to become big round and dominating the center of her face. It nearly pushed her glasses off before they reshaped themselves to fit her few face.

With a hard twist she pulled one arm free from the clowns, reaching up to touch her new nose. It felt strange under her fingers, like it was rubber, yet, at the same time, it was skin. It flexed with each breath she took, filling her hand. She squeezed it, which caused it to let out a squeak like a toy.

Sylvia let out another yelp and tried to jump away, but her legs didn't seem to want to move. "What did you do?" she cried out, her voice taking on a heavily nasally quality, her nose quivering with each word.

The ringmaster snapped his fingers and the strong man from the door walked up behind him, holding a large mirror. She gasped when she saw herself, the nose looked even bigger in the mirror. It just called for attention. Even worse, there were thin white lines radiating out from the nose and spiraling across her face, growing wider by the moment.

She stared at her reflection as the white spread out across her skin. It wasn't just white, but bright white, almost glowing on her face even as it spread out across her cheeks. Reaching up with her free hand, she tried to rub it off her face, but nothing seemed to happen. It was as much a part of her skin as her bright new red nose was.

Chuckling a bit, the ringmaster reached out and ran a hand through her thick black hair. "Now, this will not due at all. No respectable clown would have such boring hair."

"I'm not a clown," she snapped, and tried to make herself move again, but her feet stayed stuck on the floor.

"Oh, that seems premature," he said, then glanced at the busty clown. She reached behind her back and pulled out a bright purple wig that was made up of a mess of curls. It looked huge, even as the clown lifted it up over the top of Sylvia's head. She tried to twist away but the other clown grabbed her shoulders, holding her in place.

With a smile, the busty clown brought the wig down on top of her head, the elastic pulling tight and then snapping against her skin. It felt strange, the top of her head seemed to itch all at once as the wig pulled tight against her own hair.

The busty clown stepped away from her, allowing her to see her reflection again. The curly purple wig looked huge on her head, almost like an afro, but brighter in color. Her own long hair was hanging out from under the edge of the wig, but even as she watched, it grew shorter, pulling up under the wing before vanishing even as the itching became stronger. She could feel the weight of it pressing down on her, pulling against her skin.

As if to confirm that the wig was now her own hair, her eyebrows rippled and puffed out bright purple and bushy behind her glasses. A second later the itch was suddenly all over her crotch. Looking down she watched as her shaved groin suddenly grew out into a perfectly trimmed bright purple bush.

"Please, stop this," she said, shaking as her whole body seemed to tingle, her face was almost completely white now, the color starting to slip down her neck and over her shoulders.

"Why would I keep a clown from her destiny?" the ringmaster asked, leaning forward until he was almost nose to nose with her.

Sylvia grunted and lunged at him, trying to strike him with her hand. He ducked easily, her hand connecting with his top hat instead of his head. The blue hat went flying across the ring, exposing a pair of large horns that rose from the top of his head.

"What?" she sputtered out, feeling her lips start to push outwards as her teeth started to grow. At the same time, she could see her lips becoming the same red as her round nose.

The ringmaster laughed and took a bow. "You found my secret," he said as he threw the cane to the side then grabbed his pants and ripped them off his body, somehow removing his shirt and jacket in the processes. He legs weren't human, they were the legs of a goat and resting between his legs was the largest dick she had ever seen.

"Ah, you like it, I see," he said, reaching down to fondle his shaft with one hand, his cane flying back into the other.

She didn't want to admit it, but she did like what she saw, though she had no good reason to. She tried to look away from the satyr, instead turning her attention to the strong man behind the mirror. All she could see of him was his head, yet there was a look of lust in his eyes.

Sylvia's eyes returned to her reflection, her lips were bulging outwards, hints of her teeth peeking out from under them even if she tried to keep them closed. She curled her lip up, discovering she had a prominent overbite, her front two teeth jutting downwards, like a rabbit.

"Please stop," she begged, a hint of lisp in her voice as her tongue pressed against the back of her new teeth. The red of her lips had started to spread out across her face to give her an almost permanent smile. At the same time large purple triangles appeared around her eyes, the same shade as her hair... and as her irises.

The ringmaster reached out and ran a hand over her chin, teasing it gently even as it became a little more pointed. "Now, why would I do that? You are such a lovely clown, and you're getting more perfect by the moment." His hand trailed down her neck and over her chest, tweaking her nipples. They let out a squeak, turning bright red a moment later.

A shiver ran through her body, causing her to moan. His touch felt so good on her tits, a fact which frustrated her as that was the last thing she wanted.

The satyr laughed and ran his hand down to rub over her belly, teasing her slightly projecting navel for a few moments before starting to walk around her. The tips of his fingers ran over her skin, leaving lines of pleasure across her belly. Her eyes unfocused for a moment as the pleasure seemed to fill her to the brim, then overflowed.

Her legs shook as she whimpered, feeling the ringmaster's hands reaching down to grab her ass and give it a squeeze. Sylvia let out a soft whimper, shaking her head and feeling her long hair bouncing around her head and ears.

A few moments later she felt the two other clowns pressing up against her, one on each side. This time they weren't holding her in place. Instead, they were running their hands along her body, rubbing at her breasts and teasing her belly.

Slowly, the world came back into focus, but what she saw made her gasp in surprise. The white of her skin had spread ever further, covering her face and neck all the way down to her breasts. It made her nipples stand out like a pair of lights on her chest. Other spots of white were starting to spread out from where the ringmaster had touched her.

"Look at you," the busty clown said.

"You're going to be a perfect clown," the booty clown finished, almost purring the words.

The strong man chuckled from behind the mirror, looking out over the top of it. There was a bit of a lecherous look on his face, his eyes locked onto her body. The ringmaster grabbed her from behind, pulling her back and grinding against her, his dick pressing up against the cheeks of her ass. "That's my clown, just let your old normal self go and join my circus."

She whimpered and shook her head, trying to make herself pull away, but was unable to move. "I... I'm not a clown."

"Oh, not yet, but you will be," he whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her white skin and causing her to moan in pleasure. It did feel good, far better than it ever should have.

The pair of clowns each reached down and took one of her hands, holding them in their own. Their gloves were gone, exposing their huge hands, their wrists thicker than their arms with long fat fingers. They were too large to even be called man hands. They squeezed her hands tight, causing them to tingle with pins and needles. Slowly, the skin of her hands started turning white while at the same time swelling in size to match those of the other clowns.

She tried to say something, but couldn't get the words out as the ringmaster ground against her ass, his hands rubbing along her shoulders then down to grab at her belly, teasing it even as her skin started to turn white.

"Oh, gently, gently... one step at a time," the ringmaster growled, sinking his fingers against the flesh of her hips.

With a smile, the two other clowns let go of her hands and crouched down, their long fingers wrapping around her ankles, squeezing them as the feeling of pins and needles washed down over her feet. She found herself shifting her weight from foot to foot, the ringmaster holding her in place with his hands. Just like her hands, they started to grow, her toes stretching out even as the arch of her foot pulled like taffy. She wiggled her toes, rocking on her feet and letting out a moan as they kept growing, inch by inch, stretching out away from her and exposing more white skin.

Neither of the other clowns had feet like hers, they were both small and dainty, but hers were huge, double the length of what she had before and were still growing longer. She lifted one foot, watching it as it stretched out, nearly two feet long now... giveing her two two-feet feet. It made her laugh, which came out almost like a weird honking sound.

The ringmaster let out a laugh and squeezed her hips as he ground himself up against her, his shaft hot dogging between the full cheeks of her ass. They had filled out as well, but only enough to give her some curves, unlike the booty clown.

A moment later, the two clowns let go of her ankles, letting her weight come to rest on her massive boat-like feet. They were truly huge, nothing like she had ever seen before, yet somehow seemed perfect for a clown like her.

Sylvia blinked and shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. "No, no, stop this. I'm not a clown," she said, but the words sounded hollow to her.

One of the ringmaster's hands slipped up off her hip and reached up to stroke over her chin. "Now my dear, look at your reflection and tell me that you're not a clown."

She focused back on her image, a shiver running through her body, only her belly her natural tone. Her skin was nearly completely white, almost flawlessly so. All the little blemishes, her moles, and freckles had vanished, leaving her skin perfect and white. With her purple hair, big red nose, floppy feet and even her overbite, no one could call her anything but a clown.

"But I'm not..." she protested. "I don't want..." a chill ran over her body as she felt the satyr's hand running over the side of her head, rubbing behind her ear. Her glasses grew bigger, becoming wider than her face, the lenses thick and curved, making her eyes look huge.

"What do you want?" he whispered in her ear, his voice deep and rumbling through her whole body. "You can tell me, you just have to say it."

She closed her eyes, whimpering and biting her fat lip. "I... want... to be myself," she whispered.

"And what are you?" he asked, his other hand squeezing her ass.

Gulping, she opened her eyes, looking away from the mirror to the clowns standing on each side of her. They were both smiling and bouncing on their toes, clapping their large hands, almost cheering her along. Her eyes flicked between the two of them, then back to the reflection of the third clown in the mirror.

A wash of warm water ran down over her mind, sweeping away everything that no longer belonged there. A smile broke out on her face, the bright red around her lips making it look even larger. "I'm a clown," she admitted, feeling wonderful now that she had said the words.

Her ringmaster laughed happily and kisses the nape of her neck. "Yes, that is exactly what you are," he said, then pushed her forward at the same time he pulled his cock back away from her ass, then sliding forward to press at the entrance of her sex. The head of his shaft was thick and pointed, easily pressing her nether lips open without any effort. She wasn't even surprised to discover that she was soaking wet, making it even easier for him to fuck her.

Reaching out, she grabbed the edges of the mirror, looking herself right in the eye as he sank the length of his shaft into her. It was the biggest cock she had ever had inside of her and it felt like she was being stretched open like a balloon. It was absolutely amazing.

Her reflection smiled at her, lust covering her white face as the ringmaster's fingers gripped tightly at her hips as he pulled back, then thrust into her, his fur-covered hips slapping against her full ass. Arching her head down, she looked between her breasts, seeing her belly rippling with each thrust of his powerful shaft, the pink skin growing whiter by the second.

Sylvia let out a low, whimpering moan, the pleasure washing across her with each thrust of his mighty cock. "Harder," she whimpered out, rocking back against him, thrusting her ass up to meet his hips.

"Of course, my dear clown," he said, starting to really slam into her, making her whole body shake and rock each time he thrust into her. She could feel the lips of her pussy pulling at his shaft, holding tightly against it as he pulled back, keeping them locked together.

She could feel each thrust of his cock deep inside of her belly, the pressure and pleasure growing stronger each time he sank into her. The pressure was growing in her belly as well, and as she looked down between her shaking breasts, she saw that she now had a bit of a pudge to her... but it wasn't really pudge; it was too round and her skin looked too tight. With each thrust of the ringmaster's cock her belly grew a little larger.

Letting out a moan she reached back with one hand, grabbing her belly and feeling it swelling under her fingers. "Oh," she whimpered softly. "Fill me! Pound me full and fill my belly!" she cried out, the skin squeaking under her fingers like a balloon.

The satyr laughed and leaned down to nuzzle the back of her neck. "Of course, I'll fill you nice and proper," he whispered, fucking her as hard as he could. Each thrust made her belly even larger, the last bit of pink on her skin finally being replaced by the white skin. She felt a wave of joy, knowing that now she looked like a perfect clown.

He kept fucking her, grunting each time he slammed home, shaking her body and making her belly ever larger. His grunting grew stronger as did the sex, his body starting to tense up against her. Without warning he grabbed her shoulders and thrust his massive cock in her pussy, sinking every inch into her as he let out a bleating cry as he came.

That was enough to make Sylvia climax a second later, throwing her head back and screaming out in time with the ringmaster. Their cries mixed together, rising up to fill the whole of the huge tent. When her orgasm finally passed, she fell down onto her inflated belly, feeling it give slightly under her weight. She reached down and rubbed the curve of it, feeling the tight skin and her firm outie belly button. Somehow, she knew that she could use it to fill her balloons, pressing them up to her belly and letting the trapped air rush into them. Of course, the only way to refill her belly was with a good fucking.

Giggling, she looked up at her fellow clowns, who were all smiling down at her. They weren't alone; the rest of the circus was standing around, watching her with wide smiles. They had been like her at one time, just a normal person who had been changed by the ringmaster..

"Welcome to my circus," the ringmaster said as he pulled out of her.

She smiled and nodded happily, knowing that she was exactly where she belonged and would never want to be anything else.

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This story was written and copyright 2016-2018 by Theo Winters, reposting and archiving are allowed as long as this copyright notice and the author's name are not removed. This story cannot be published without permission of the author, violators will be given rubber noses.